Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Kids

Sunday morning at the match, I was cutting up a poster with 100 squares on it for a drawing, to give away a gun, and some door prizes. I needed someone to draw the names out of the bucket, and I saw a little girl run past. She's the daughter of two of our shooters. Under ten years old, pretty little girl, precocious and full of life I figured she'd be perfect to draw the names, and while I was cutting up the board, Dad wanders by.

"Hey, Buck" I called out. "That little girl of yours. The middle one?"

He stopped dead in his tracks. "Omigod, what did she do now?"

"No, no, nothing like that," I told him. "Can I use her today during the awards to draw some names out of a bucket?"

"Yeah, sure," he says, "But when you called me I thought she was in trouble."

About Me

I'm a grandpaw who has lived a life of adventure, and resent having to slow down. I've been a Tank Commander, a Company Commander, an MP. My main career has been law enforcement, with 30 years and counting. At this stage of my life, the most important people in my life call me PawPaw. You've come to PawPaw's House. Sit back and enjoy.
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